Monday, 30 August 2010

Cuppa Tea?

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Teté, la filósofa superlativa


Teté es lo mejor que me ha pasado siendo adúltera y adulta.
Teté es una sonrisa de día soleado de primavera
con chocolate y nata.
O tal vez el saludo de una mañana nebulosa de noviembre
con guante en ristre.
O tal vez el sueño que impide que estés triste.
Un caramelo, pilas cargadas, un helado,
Un pañuelo cuando llegas constipado.
Puré de todo lo que cura a la gente.
Gemela de mi mente.

Teté manda más que el Ibuprofeno.
Teté, con la sonrisa del primer día y la cabeza ladeada.
Teté, con su acento sereno y su tono entonado.
Teté conduciendo, Teté trasnochando.
Teté siempre atenta, Teté siempre al cargo.
Teté, la que no puede, pero puede.

La que quiere, pero quiere.
La que es, lo que hay, mi paz en calma.
Mi hombro, mi clavícula.
Gemela de mi alma.

La parte más bonita de mi biografía.
La más lista y la más leída.

La más dulce y la más salerosa.
La que tiene la voz más melodiosa.
La madre del cordero, ahí va la osa.

La luz de la mañana, la serotonina.
La mar salada y la mercromina.

La fe de que *toc toc* y toda ella
Abre la puerta.


Nunca hubo otra tan bella.



La *más* de *todo* de los *tantos* universos
merece *mucho* más que un par de versos.





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Sunday, 29 August 2010

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PS: Suzie lo cuenta así de bien.

Thursday, 26 August 2010

... y comieron perdices.

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Me las prometía muy felices. Las vacaciones, esto es.

Vaya GRANDÍSIMA mierda.

The silver lining is going back to work just can't be worse than this.

No aprendo a no esperar. Maldigo mi esperanza.

No puedo creer que esté deseando que llegue septiembre. Odio septiembre.





Y por supuesto, me cago en dios.





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Wednesday, 25 August 2010

I wonder if...

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I wonder if I'd get this account closed if I uploaded L'origin du monde.

I miss my good old Fotolog.





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Tuesday, 24 August 2010

Past simple, present perfect

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To think of all the photos I didn't take...

To think of all the photos I haven't taken yet...





Tense matters.

And I don't mean taut things.

Sometimes semantics and syntax interfere, though.





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Wednesday, 18 August 2010

Sustantivorrea y enumerofilia

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Justicia equidistante.
Juicio equidistinto.
Profundas reflexiones
ahogadas en un tinto.









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Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Ya estoy yo con mis boludeces...

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El perro instinto


El perro instinto no bebe tinto. No tanto tinto como yo, vamos. El perro instinto anda siempre al acecho y nunca me deja en la estacada.

El perro instinto es fiel, pero perro.

El perro instinto es cruel, pero tierno.

El perro instinto anda suelto,

Es personal e intransferible.

Te deja regalitos en la cama,
Te calienta los pies,
Te entontece el sentido.

Y ladra.

Y a veces muerde.

Y como en todas las casas con perro,

Huele a perro.





Agosto 2010.





Casi nunca dedico, pero esto se lo dedico a mi lectora para que se ría con Rintintín.

Me refiero a Carol.





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Saturday, 19 June 2010

Cosas que se oyen de pasada A.K.A. Overheard #2

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Hay en Bilbao una calle
que la llaman de Unamuno.
¿Por qué bebes tanto tinto?
Para olvidar tanto tonto.
A un reino allende los mares...
... llegó una mujer con el vestido hecho jirones.
On her divine majority
obtrude no more.
Quien se libra muchas veces
de ser atropellado por un camión
termina atropellado por una bicicleta.
The tap drips and keeps me awake,
in the morning there will be a lake.
"Deixa Pratos combinados,
se cadra oímos falar galego."
Con la mente en otra cosa
y al otro lado Estambul,
tengo una muñeca rota
y otra vestida de azul.
Curarás a la gente.
"Esa tía es mi complemento directo."
Cuando vengas a Madrid, chulona mía,
voy a hacerte emperatriz de Lavapiés.
A la mierda me mandaste,
a la mierda yo me fui,
y en la mierda me dijeron
que la mierda era pa'ti.
Los gitanos son muy feos,
pero tienen mucha gracia
pa'comerse los fideos.
Ho freddo!
Ma fai la maledetta telefonata!
Dos de copas.
"¿Aún no fumas?"
Que cada perro se lama su pijo.
Hay momentos en la vida, no sé,
inolvidables.
Botón de oro.
Babieca.
El valle del silencio, calladito,
haciendo honor a su nombre.
Las cortinas corridas,
las verjas echadas.
Este sábado.
Escribió Juan y mandó un dólar.
Entre tu casa y la mía hay una linea recta.
Y racimos de besos en tus muslos.
Éste viaje es nuestro,
es nuestro viaje.
Te pique lo que te pique, Afterbite,
8 mililitros de amoniaco,
que básicamente es pis,
en un envase monísimo, y te forras.
Si la Noe no se acuerda
es que no ha ocurrido.





Hay frases que se oyen de pasada.





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Saturday, 8 May 2010

Palabrinas bercianinas

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Latín.
Calcetín.
Bombín.
Sinfín.
Delfín.
Serafín.
Retintín.
Boletín.
Tallarín.
Polvorín.



Hay mogollón. ¿Mogollín?



A gustín.






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Epythets

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Wet wet water,
Frozen ice,
Sleeveless waistcoats,
Burning fire.

Sleepless nights,
Wet wet lips,
Burning eyes,
Frozen hips.

Eyes that linger,
Hips that shake.

While ice melts and lips surrender
Nights light up and mornings break.



"Click!"





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